Because Quill asked her to wait here, Vera didn't even move a step until he came back.

Even though the wound was still bleeding, her heart felt satisfied. She even began to think about the future of her and Quill in her mind. She smiled at herself as she thought if things could continue to progress this way...

She secretly laughed in her heart.

When she heard the footsteps outside the door, she quickly regained her composure. She looked at her own wound, and it seemed that the bleeding had started to stop.

She quickly reached out her hand and rubbed her wound hard.

Sure enough, red blood gushed out again.

She wanted to take advantage of this situation. She could not get hurt in vain.

When Quill came in, she was already in position, staring at her wound with her eyebrows frowned.

He walked over and saw that her wound was still bleeding. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

She shook her head with grievance, "I don't

know..."

Her voice was weak, like that of a pitiable bunny.

He was speechless.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he did not suspect anything. He cleaned up the blood on her hand, sterilized it with a cotton swab, and wrapped it with a band-aid.

During this period, she looked at Quill, who was treating her wound carefully. Hence, when he finished dealing with it, he looked up and saw her eyes. Then, he asked. "Does it hurt?"

Vera was caught off guard, she nodded and said, "yes."

However her expression clearly showed that she wasn't in any pain. She didn't want to sound fake and quickly added, "Actually... It doesn't really hurt anymore."

How could such a big wound not hurt?

He glanced at her then looked away, pursed his lips and said nothing.

She stared at the wound, and she felt so happy. She said, "Thank you."

Since I am here, there is no reason for

happened. What was important was that she had found a way to get close to him. She felt hopeful that

obediently and

he turned around and prepared to

not help

his tracks. "Is there anything

a moment before she hesitantly said,

I didn't," he

haven't even finished my sentence, how could

it be that what happened the previous night was not a dream, but it

following words

no matter what you say, the answer will always be 'no', 'never' or

She was speechless.

Please stop hoping for unrealistic expectations. Take your

right to control my

Decision?

wanted to ask what

about to open his mouth, he felt that it was not appropriate for him to ask such a question

"Whatever."

this

still felt very happy. After thinking about it, she followed him out of the kitchen and went back to the room to

Minerva was

Beanie saw her come in, he

head and said, "Auntie Vera, I

"It's alright now."

So Sam was really

it. Either way things had already happened. She could not

bedside table and squatted

then that Minerva noticed the plaster on her hand,

not a big deal. I just hurt myself," Vera

then continued, "Why

how she looked at it, she

fingers. She seemed to be extremely happy, as if she had won the

his eyes and suddenly asked a

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